We both screamed, for we thought our time had come, for sure.

My legs were so weak that Beth had to drag me away and her face was white as a sheet and full of terror.
Somehow we managed to stagger into the street, where a dozen men caught us and hurried us away.

I hardly thought we were in a safe place when the big workman cried: 'There, young ladies; that will do.

Your expression was simply immense and if this doesn't turn out to be the best film of the year, I'll miss my guess! Your terror-stricken features will make a regular hit, for the terror wasn't assumed, you know.

Thank you very much for happening along just then.'" Patsy stopped her recital to laugh once more, with genuine merriment, but her cousin Beth seemed annoyed and Uncle John was frankly bewildered.
"But--what--what--was it all about ?" he inquired.
"Why, they were taking a moving picture, that was all, and the workmen and shopgirls and policemen were all actors.